I moved again to a new city……

If you don’t like where you are

Move, you are not a tree

That was not the reason I moved

I moved because I ought to

Not because I was deprived of anything 

Rather it was time to detach myself 

My husband had completed his tenure 

Two years gone and it was time to pack

Time to leave my work place, 

beautiful house, lush green lawns, 

Wonderful friends, the fields, the plateaus 

Everything related to that place 

Moved to a new land, finding my roots

Searching for the new world, my world, our world……

It’s easier said than done

The experience makes me stronger 

At the same time I want to stay longer

Adapting to every situation

Leaving behind all that you achieved 

In terms of profession and personal 

My son is again a new kid on the block 

And I am a new member in the ladies meet

The scene looks too chaotic in the beginning 

Slowly it becomes manageable 

That’s why was away for last few months 

Juggling with boxes and cartons 

Altering curtains and filing rations 

Wandering, what would have happening 

in the lives of my blogger friends 

But used to snore like pig after day’s slog. 

Now that the house is functional 

I look forward to have more interaction 

Life is a big roller coaster…. Moving faster

Enjoy Folk Song of Rajasthan

Rajasthan, a colorful state of India has a diverse collection of musician castes, including langas, sapera, bhopa and jogi. The region’s music shares similarities both with nearby areas of India and the other side of the border, in the Pakistani province of Sindh.

The people of Rajasthan live life to the hilt. After working day and night  in the harsh desert sun and the rocky terrain whenever they finally come home to relax they let themselves go in gay abandon. There is dancing, singing, drama, devotional music and puppet shows and other community festivities which transform the laborious Rajasthani into a fun-loving and carefree individual.DSC_4077.JPG

Each region has its own folk entertainment, the dance styles differ as do the songs. Interestingly enough, even the musical instruments which are simple but quite unusual and handcrafted by the musicians themselves. Some of them are the Morchang, Naad, Sarangi, Kamayacha, Rawanhattha etc. There are dozens of other instruments which are unique and exclusive to Rajasthan only.

The music includes typical folk songs which are being sung by every household. The musicians, dancers and singers are invited to heritage hotels for performances organised for tourists staying there. Indian as well as overseas tourists can be seen dancing and singing along with them at Umaid Bhawan, Taj Palace and other tourist spots.DSC_4428.JPG

I met this family during my recent trip to one of the forts in Jodhpur. The entire family was singing a famous folk on tourist’s demand. I quickly took out my phone to record this melodious song. sharing with you all. Enjoy and sing along if you happen to belong to this amazing land of music and dance.

Sorry my video is not being uploaded. I am not able to compress it. I made 22 seconds video on iPhone 6 and it is of 50 MB and is taking ages to upload. Tried compressing but it was still 48 MB. Andy and other bloggers keep on uploading their personal videos, may be they can help me in this case. I will be sharing it soon.






I missed the prompt yesterday so I decided to read other responses rather than writing a late response. After reading few of my blogger friends’ responses I realized that how hard it is to spot those old bricks around us. This motivated me to grab my camera and click a picture of bricks. Really it wasn’t that easy to find bricks near or around my home. Then I decided to move further and reached the sport complex. Yes, this was what I wanted and the brick walkway was right in front of me. I frequently come here for gym and other recreational activities. Here is the picture of the place that I frequent every morning which is synonymous with Health, Recreation and Rejuvenation.


WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: JUBILANT 

Audience showing rejoice, clapping hard to watch these great performances by renowned Indian classical dancers. The dancers on the other hand are jubilant to display their talent and years of hardwork. 


Thursday Photo Prompt: The Chest #write photo


What’s inside this ancient chest?

That’s what an old man told

Who bought this box of secrets here.

“Accounts of wars, chronicles attest

 Moist uniforms, commander’s behest

Those who were buried, taking rest

Swords of kings, helmets of soldiers

Blood stained arrows pierced through chest

Rust coated knives, broken shovels

Saga of bravery, story of blood test

Tears and pain of kith and kin

Tortured souls wounded and dead

Crushed dreams, young widows

Kings turned monks to fulfill quest

The chest is like archives to dead and arrest

How can you miss a tainted crest !”

Let’s find out those magical keys

And open this corroded mystery

Oh, the keys were bent and pressed

The old man had thrown it away and said,

“Don’t take the war devil out

If you want a peaceful nest.”

Flower of the day 16.5.2016

This orangish red colored single bushy flower has bloomed in my garden as a beautiful surprise this morning. Unfortunately I don’t know the name. I guess another variety of lily or eucalyptus flower or something else? I would like to know the name please.  


Today everyone seems to avoid traditional foods and insist to have fruits, cereals to kick start the day. Perhaps health conscious people are made to think that way by so called dietitians and doctors who get good commissions from companies for promoting their wellness/ healthcare packages. 

I understand the benifits of fruits and protein shakes but don’t you think they are overestimated whereas local breads, parathas, traditional dishes  are highly underestimated. 

I have seen my grandmother relishing everything right from fried snacks to puddings and pakoras till she died at 87. In fact she used to love pizza ! Mind you she was hale and hearty when she died. She didn’t had high/ low blood pressure, diabetes or cholesterol issues. 

She never had corn flakes or oats in the morning. Instead she used to have rawa( broken wheat) daila etc. for breakfast. When fresh, unpolished rice/wheat is available then why to go for pacaked Kellog’s products like musli, oats or corn flakes. 

Same in the case of my grandfather and maternal grandparents. They all lived above 85, enjoyed a healthy life and had natural death because of aging and not because of diseases or heart attack. 

I firmly believe that we must not underestimate the advantage of consuming local food available in the region rather than buying cold storage fruits and vegetables. The farm fresh has got more nutrients than canned or packed products. 

So next time when you go around your neighborhood food joints, enjoy a crispy pakora or indulge in stuffed paratha topped with fresh butter or litti chokha without any guilt. 

This is the kind of food our earlier generations ate and remained active. At the same time we have to do physical work also, not in the gym but at home like our grandparents.  Walk and climb. Bend and squat to burn calories. 

Do not become slaves of technology. Consume farm fresh to extract maximum nutrition and forget about those expensive supplements.